Spelling in a fifth grader can be a very creative activity. Reading their writing at times can take the deciphering skills of the CIA. It gets really fun when a misspelled word ends up being the correct spelling of another word. This happened to me yesterday when Jason finished his Terra Nova testing about thirty minutes early and had time to kill. He chose to draw and after several "masterpieces" he made me a special card. It has a picture of an airplane trailing a banner, which reads, "U.S. Jamie is the beast". So true!
Today, Sierra came in with a new hairdo. Her much anticipated body wave. Sierra has a simple bob, reminiscent of Ramona Quimby, and was very excited about this new coif. She kept tossing her hair, and scrunching up her new curls. Flipping her short locks around in an attempt to gain some attention. I must say, be careful what you ask for! Robert turns to Sierra at lunch and says, "Why is your hair so wrinkly today?"
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Flying Hampster
We have a new class pet. His name is Ziggy, and he is a six week old hamster. I really was hesitant to allow living things into the room,at least those that cannot take care of themselves fairly well. Fairly well is a fluid concept in the middle school world. Most of the time, if they ate and didn't break anything we call that a victory!
The last time I had a class pet he came back to school from the weekend dead. And then he sat on the shelf in his cage for about three hours before the little girl had the guts to tell me he had died! Deceased animals and school children don't mix all that well. I've already hosted one pet funeral, and don't have much desire to repeat that fun. Our shaky rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings was reason enough to say, that's enough to class pets.
But, Amanda's hamster had babies and she was insistent that one come to live at school. He's only been here about a week, but I am in love! He is light tan, with little gray ears that stick out at all times. He has pink paws and a twitching pink nose, that he rubs ferociously that just makes me melt. He spent the first few days just exploring his new cage, and surving the taps and pokes frequently directed at his plastic cage. But after he started squealing a little too much, we decided he needed to take some countertop field trips. Evan and Keegan were the first students to get him out, and he didn't take too kindly to ten year old hands. He peed on Evan's shirt and jumped from Keegan's hand about four feet to the floor. Keegan stands over Ziggy, who is sprawled and dazed on the ground, and says "You better stop that or you'll get a concusion!"
Ziggy may meet his maker sooner than he'd like, or maybe that's what he prays for at lunch after surviving a loud fifth grade morning. Either way, I'm glad he's come to give me company in this school of crazy kids! Ziggy and I taking on the middle school!
The last time I had a class pet he came back to school from the weekend dead. And then he sat on the shelf in his cage for about three hours before the little girl had the guts to tell me he had died! Deceased animals and school children don't mix all that well. I've already hosted one pet funeral, and don't have much desire to repeat that fun. Our shaky rendition of Wind Beneath My Wings was reason enough to say, that's enough to class pets.
But, Amanda's hamster had babies and she was insistent that one come to live at school. He's only been here about a week, but I am in love! He is light tan, with little gray ears that stick out at all times. He has pink paws and a twitching pink nose, that he rubs ferociously that just makes me melt. He spent the first few days just exploring his new cage, and surving the taps and pokes frequently directed at his plastic cage. But after he started squealing a little too much, we decided he needed to take some countertop field trips. Evan and Keegan were the first students to get him out, and he didn't take too kindly to ten year old hands. He peed on Evan's shirt and jumped from Keegan's hand about four feet to the floor. Keegan stands over Ziggy, who is sprawled and dazed on the ground, and says "You better stop that or you'll get a concusion!"
Ziggy may meet his maker sooner than he'd like, or maybe that's what he prays for at lunch after surviving a loud fifth grade morning. Either way, I'm glad he's come to give me company in this school of crazy kids! Ziggy and I taking on the middle school!
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